Out of the nostrils of creation oozes the mucus of copulation giving rise to phallic cathedrals seemingly attempting to pierce the virgin clouds causing them to rain blood for their sacrificial mass. As if one must drink the menstuations of the Goddess to defecate the demons fornicating in our bowels. Michael Kleinick
Reason for writing:
The poem just seemed to come out of nowhere and I wrote it down. I submit it to promote the cause of poetry.Birth sign: Not entered
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